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Yash Shukla Jul 11
कशात हुडकावा आनंद
हे आजकाल कळेनासं झालंय,
आनंदी राहायचं कारण
आजकाल मिळेनासं झालंय.

जुने दिवस आठवावे म्हणतो,
जरा भावनिक होईन म्हणतो...
पण मग पडतो प्रश्न येऊन –
की भावना तरी उरल्यात का आता?
आश्रू अनावर व्हायला,
ते अश्रू तरी उरलेत का आता?

प्रेमाला शोधायच्या आशेने
आयुष्याच्या जंगलात भटकतो,
खोट्या आशेच्या नदीत
थोडा वेळ पहुडतो.
पण होईन का मी ओला प्रेमाने त्या नदीत?
का होईल मला भास,
आणि पडेन मी दुःखाच्या दरीत?
का दिसेल मला मृगजळ
त्या भाबड्या, प्रेमळ हरणाचं?

जाऊदे ते सगळं –
मी जाऊन काहीतरी खातो,
पाणीपुरीतलं पाणी
जरा मिटक्या मारत पितो.
पण मग येतं डाएट आडवं
आणि दाखवतं जाडी माझी –
"३६ ची पॅन्ट घालायची लायकी आहे का तुझी?
पोटावर पडल्यात वळ्या,
आणि गाल झालेत गुबगुबीत,
हत्ती सारखे पाय तुझे,
शरीर दिसतंय बटबटीत!"

मग आठवतं मला करिअर,
आणि मिळवू म्हणतो पैसा...
करिअरच्या टेन्शनने
क्षीण होऊन जातो नाहीसा.
इतके श्रीमंत होऊ की
असेल बंगला, गाडी,
भरपूर फ्लॅट घेऊ,
महिन्याला येतील भाडी.
पण तिथे तरी हा माजोर्डा रूबाब
देईल का मला सुख?
आणि एवढं सगळं करून शेवटी मला
राहील का आनंदाची भूक?

कशात हुडकावा आनंद?
हे आजकाल कळेनासं झालंय...
आनंदी राहायचं कारण
आजकाल मिळेनासं झालंय.
ही कविता २८ मे २०२५ रोजी लिहिलेली आहे
I wanna eat your *****
I wanna die tonight
I wanna get wasted
I wanna start a fight
I wanna go to jail
I wanna get paid
I wanna **** your mom
I want retards to get laid
**** politics
**** words
I want to *******
To pictures of worms
I want to see Diddy get ******
I wanna see Sara Palin ****
I wanna light a smoke with Obama
I want a **** that’s ******* huge
I wanna do drugs
I wanna go insane
I wanna chill with Charlie sheen
And do a bunch of *******
I wanna streak in Area 51
So aliens can grow my ****
I wanna spit off the Eiffel Tower
Drink until I’m ******* sick
But all I’ll ever do
Is write this stupid poem
Maybe if I drink enough
I’ll die on the way home
God might love you!
Once upon a time
In a kingdom far away
Lived a prince
With a parrot
That could never say nay

The prince was as fair
And as good and true
That he bore a mirror
On his shiny shoe

The king was old
And not that bright
My true son I am old
you are always right

Our land is no longer
As fair as should be
You must slay the dragon
From across the sea

Make my kingdom
great again
Was his dying word

The righteous prince
that was always true
Got his sword and his shield
and his shiny shoe

Ride forth into the land
He said to his nobel steed
For the holy truth
And the pious deed

He came across
a crouching man
With a cart full of books
in his nobel lands

Thy be a wizard I say
if mine eye is true
Deceitful words on parchment
carried by thy hans

My lord
who is just and true
This is but litter
to burn for my evening stew

The prince was glad
he did not like books
What have you cooking, he said
he was hungry by the looks

Oh, but lord
I am but a humble serve
But to the princ surprise
He was undeterred

This stew was of such a peculiar making
It had everything a heart could desire
And indeed it was a stew of marbles
That could build an empire

Come ride with me
this is my will as ever before
And the man-wizard
Bowed right down to the floor

Make my kingdom
great again
Was his dying word

Then it was not long
as you might say
They came upon a man
as pale as the day

In his cart you know
as you might have guessed
potratess of princes and princesses
They were quite underdressed

What heresy is this
As you well understand
the prince exclaimed
I am the only prince of this god given land

My lord with your inspection
This is but traped souls
Traped in their own reflection
They see only themselves

But in time they will only see you
If it be your wish
I will make it true
my just lord and fair prince

The prince was glad
He did not approve of false idols
So he quickly bestowed the man
With lands and titles

Let me put the lords grace
upon the land
And he bid the pale man follow
So to take a stand

Make my kingdom
great again
Was hid dying words

And low and behold
soon again turning mellow
They came to see
this third odd fellow

With a cart full of pumpkin
I care not for this
It has to be great
It has to be spectacular

But the odd man say
My good prince look
This is no pumpkin
thy eyes have mistook

He drew out his wand and
biffe-dee-baffe-dee-boo

A golden carriage
You see
Will take you wherever
you need to be

You need think no more
Just relax your mind, it is so
No tedious decision upon
Where you want to go

I say let's go
beyond the heavens
To a land with red
and fruitful soil

What is this mystical land away
I need a place
To put bad people  
That doesn't understand my greatness, to stay

Dark men
Eating cats and dogs
And obstinate witches with crooked noses
Eating squeals and frogs

Make my kingdom
great again
Was hid dying words

....Now I am growing tiresome
my children
Your old grandpar say....

Oh now, you say that
the parrot I have forgotten
But mind you there was not only one
No it was not rotten

There was a whole lot
A choir of cockatoo
And as everyone knows
A whole lot mean true

this was indeed pleasing
for our dear prince delight
that he was the best
at every given plight

That all loved him
who was right of mind
Who was good
Not mad nor blind
Had fun, still in the making, work in progress, a lot of room for improvement, give me feedback and idears
Just conquer your fear and confront the Minotaur, child!
You see; I'm not supposed to tell you this,
As secrecy is part of the rites,
But man is but a beast!
And that beast in there with you is no bull,
Just a person!

Talk to them! Outwit them! Fight them!

Listen, it's an island - but it's large seas.
Listen, it's an ocean - but it's on a gigantic boulder.

We're just trying to raise you up from childhood into adolescence.
The disorientation or anxiety you may suffer
Is only temporary,
And the environment around you is safe.
We're a small community,
This has been a pretty solid rite of passage.
All agree, we emerge more resilient.
We emerge more confident.
Such states of ignorance & fear
Truly forces one to assess
Their best courses of action.
Your choices within
Help you better understand yourself
And, therefore, us as well.
Such things give you a better idea
Of what you might like
To do with your life
And what position or role
You would best be suited for.

Do you feel lost? Ask for directions!
Use the dark! Knick the map off them!
Get the jump! Hide around a corner & ambush them!

It's just a maze! Not a prison.
The fresco at the house of M. Gavius Rufus shows a village mortified by a patently crazed Theseus. The children, all except one, celebrate what they do not understand. One, prostrated on the ground, makes eye contact with a skull and possibly the withered remains of a wreath or garland.
He was of Athens, not of Crete. Different culture, different upbringing. Contenders normally show mercy to defeated or yielding opponents. He thought he was doing the right thing by slaying him. Clearly, quite the mad man.
I am this way
Because you are all that way;
You are that way
Because we are all this way -
We are this way
Because it is all so confusing!

I tell you though,
Meditate.
I heard it's healthy.

I tell you though,
Foster Silence.
For it's good for our mentality.

I tell you though,
Focus your breathing.
They say it's good for your brains.
But what is well living?
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